Before I could even do anything, strong hands were pushing my body away from theirs.

The music was slowed down already, bright lights flashing down on me.

"I am so sorry," I mutter out, dragging my dress down, before looking up.

I gasped, my heart nearly jumping out at the sight before me.

A tall guy stood there, with ripped muscles you could clearly see from the way his white shirt clung to his body.

My Gosh he was absolutely breathtaking. His green eyes were hard as he stared at me, his thick hands dusting his jeans trousers.

"O my gosh, are you ok?" Brenda asked, helping me stand up from the floor.

"I am fine," I told her, arranging my dress.

The murmuring was very obvious now, while embarrassment clung to every pore of my skin.

"I am so sorry" I told the guy I had fallen on top of.

"Should you be here?" his deep voice rang out as he observed me, four other guys flanking his sides.

I frowned, confused. Was this not an open invitation party?

"I am sorry, I didn't know I needed your permission to be here."

He chuckled dryly.

"Hey, I think we should go," Brenda whispered beside me, tugging my hands.

I glanced at her, noticing the worry on her face, before glancing at the crowd already formed around us.

I nodded my head, turning away.

"Hey..." the guy called out. "You don't walk away until I say you do."

I snickered, walking faster. I have had enough of egoistical boys.

It wasn't my fault, and I had already apologized.

He couldn't even help me off the floor, I shake my head.

A strong grip on my hands stopped me from walking forward.

"I said, you don't walk away till I am done with you."

"Oh no," Brenda mutters, while I turned, facing his annoying handsome face.

"Look here," I start, "it wasn't my fault I fell on you, and I have apologized for that. Except if you have injuries my fall might have impacted on you, then I see no reason while we are still having this discussion."

"Get over it, and mister, you are hurting my hands," I said, nodding my head towards his tight grip on my hands.

His hands tightened on mine a bit, before he released his grip dusting his hands.

"I am sure with your weight, a bone or two should be broken."

Brenda was nearly hidden behind my back.

I opened my mouth to retaliate, closing it back as laughter rang around us.

By now, the music was a slow soft hum, onlookers gathered around us as bright lights shined down on me and the asshole in front of me.

"I am sorry again but you can contact me if I injured you in anyway otherwise, you are making a mockery of yourself."

I didn't know where my confidence was coming from, or maybe I was tired of people bullying me because of my size.

I am fat so what, it's not the end of the world.

He didn't say anything, his eyes slowly taking me in.

"I am Brandon Jacobs," he said loudly, "and to show I have accepted your apology, I am specially inviting you to my vip section."

Everyone gasps, murmuring ringing out amongst those gathered.

"I am sorry, but I don't think I want to be in your presence any longer."

He gritted his teeth, folding his hands against his chest.

"Well then, you leave me no choice but to punish your friend for your mistakes."

I burst out laughing.

"What?" I asked, laughing at how ridiculous he sounded. "Punish my friend... dude who the fuck do you think you are?"

Brenda, pinched my hands hard, her eyes wide as she shakes her head.

I glanced around, noticing how silent everyone was.

What was going on, it was as if I had asked a taboo.

"I am so...sorry Brenda spoke out, breaking the stunned silence. My friend is new here, and doesn't understand how things work."

"She will gladly join your vip section please Brandon forgive us."

I open my mouth to object but Brenda shushes me, throwing me a sharp glare.

"Very well," Brandon says, before turning, the crowd parting for him and his friends to pass.

While Brenda dragged my hands, following behind them.

All this was just like high school all over again.

The main character's energy, and the followers fueling their behavior.

We got to the vip section, a small area slightly above ground.

Everyone took their seats, while me and Brenda stood there awkwardly, waiting for Brandon's permission or something.

A slim petite wannabe blonde was already seated on Brandon's laps, her eyes glaring at me.

"Brandy baby..." her tiny voice screeched out. "Must they really join our vip section, and besides, where will the fat one seat?"

I blushed hard in embarrassment as everyone burst out laughing.

"Get out," Brandon's hard voice rang out, silencing the laughter.

I sighed out, almost smirking as I breathed out in relief.

I glanced towards Brenda, taking her hands as I turned to leave.

It was better this way, I don't understand why he would even bother inviting us to his vip section, only to rudely throw us out.

"Stop..." he barked, "I am not talking to you."

I watched as he calmly removed the blondie away feeling his lap, asking her and her wannabe friends to leave his vip booth.

Blondie gasped in shock and disbelief, almost starting to protest but the sharp cold look Brandon threw at her, prompted her and her friends to leave the booth quickly.

But not before her small body attempted to push me out of her way.

Finally, it was just Brandon, his four friends and the girls on their laps.

Brenda took her seat, leaving me no other option but to sit beside Brandon.

Now what? I thought.

Drinks were passed around, the music picking up again. From here, I could see everyone on the dance floor.

"Hey.., what's your name?" the guy sitting to my right asked, slightly leaning into me.

"Christy," I told him, smiling at how friendly he was trying to be.

"Mine his Felix," he told me, extending his hand out for me to shake.

The girl on his lap simply waved at me, before focusing on whatever she was doing on her phone.

Cold hands took mine, putting a cup in it. I turned, raising my eyebrows at Brandon.

He simply struggled, motioning for me to drink from the cup he had so kindly put in my hands.

I sniffed the drink, while he watched me.

Sharing a quick glance with Brenda for confirmation, before drinking at her small nod of approval.

Tapping my legs, it took everything in me not to stand up and start dancing.

I can't say for sure how many cups of drinks I have had, but immediately I took that one cup, Brandon just kept pouring and pouring, and me, I just kept drinking.

I was drunk, and at this point, I didn't care.

Why haven't I drank alcohol properly before I wondered, swaying to the beat of the music.

I don't know where everyone went to, but right now, it was just me and Brandon sitting in the booth.

I could feel his body heat, my face heating up as I drunkenly realized how close we were.

Brandon smirked, before bringing out a rolled up blunt.

"Have you tried this before?" he asked, his hot breath tickling my neck.

"Yes," I lied, why was something I would question myself about later.

Brandon nodded, his eyes briefly glancing to my lips, before lighting up the blunt.

I watched, fascinated as the smoke blew out between his lips.

I licked mine, before glancing up, blushing at the way Brandon was staring at me.

He passed the blunt to me, while I dragged it, coughing instantly.

I tried again, this time getting it right.

It didn't take long, this time I could feel the sensation slowly taking over.

The lights were brighter now, while the music was pounding through my head.

I don't know how it happened, but next thing, I was kissing Brandon.

His shocked expression was the last thing I saw, before passing out.

Groaning, I scratched my head, coughing slightly at how dry my mouth was.

I opened my eyes, squinting at the bright light filtering through my room.

What happened?

The last thing I remember was Brandon inviting me and Brenda to his vip section, drinking, taking weed for the first time, and then kissing Brandon.

My eyes widened at that, why...., I groaned loudly, hiding my face under my pillows.

How could I have been so stupid....

O. M. G, how will I face Brandon now?

I need to apologize to him immediately. God knows the last thing I need is this horrible mistake blowing up.

The shrill tone from my alarm alerted me to the fact that I was also late for classes.

Grudgingly, I stood up, wincing at the pain slamming inside my head.

I didn't know how I got back to my room, but I knew I should probably thank Brenda for it.

O God.... Brenda!, I am sure after this, she probably wouldn't want me following her to any party again.

I stood up, taking an advil, for my headache, before going about my business.

I would honestly have loved to just jump back to bed, sleeping away my headache, but this was my second day, and I didn't want to start college by skipping.

The house was quiet, alerting me to how really late I was.

Quickly, I dressed up, before hurrying towards campus.

I was late for my first class anyways, so instead, I turned, walking towards where my second class for the day was being held.

I sighed as I got to the class, breathing out in exhaustion.

Only one person was in the class, brown short hair bent over the desk as whoever slept on, oblivious to the world.

I passed by, making sure to be quiet, before sitting at the far back.

I brought out everything I needed, sighing softly.

I had forgotten to charge my phone yesterday, and had equally forgotten to bring my powerbank to class, so right now my phone was dead, and I could do nothing but antagonize myself about my actions last night.

Soon enough, the class was filled up, and the lecture was ongoing.

The lecturer was a younger lady, and honestly I felt her.

I knew how it was when a young teacher came to my high school, I can only imagine how tedious it would be in college.

Soon enough, it was time for lunch break, and I packed my bag, making sure I avoided Kelvin.

I didn't know he was in this class, and the sight of his wide mischievous grin was making me uncomfortable.

I walked faster, hunger controlling my legs.

"Christy!! hey... wait up!"

I turned, the sight of a struggling Brenda pushing past different students trying to reach me, almost hilarious.

Finally, she stopped in front of me, panting slightly as she adjusted her bag over her shoulder.

"Hello... are you ok?" I asked her.

"Yes, just give me a minute."

She handed me the book in her hands, before typing on her phone.

"What happened to your phone? I have been trying to contact you since."

"Oh sorry," I mutter, "forgot to charge it."

"Look Christy, what I am about to show you isn't your fault, just dumb teenagers acting like kids."

I frowned, my heart rate increasing as I thought of every of my actions since coming to New York.

"What is it?" I whisper, moving closer to Brenda, trying to peep at her phone.

"Oh.... If it isn't that fat girl from last night," a group of girls utters, giggling as they pass by.

I blushed in embarrassment, shuffling awkwardly as more people turned their attention towards me.

Brenda grabbed my hands, dragging me out of there as jestering whispers followed me.

She took me towards an abandoned class, dragging me inside, before locking the door.

"What is going on?" I asked in panic, clutching the book in my hands.

"Yesterday, I had to call Kelvin of all people to come help me bring you home. But that's not even the issue."

"Then what is?" I asked, cutting her off, my mind briefly wandering to the thought of Kelvin carrying my drunk ass.

Brenda sighed, stretching out her phone towards me.

I collected the phone, playing the video on the screen.

My face was clear in the video, along with Brandon.

Oh no, I mutter, watching myself as I lean closer to Brandon, dragging from the blunt he had offered to me. I closed my eyes, slightly biting my lips.

I already knew what happened next, yet I forced myself to watch as I leaned in, kissing Brandon.

I thought I had simply pecked him, but no, the kiss was longer than I thought.

The video ends with Brandon pushing me off him, the disgust clearly written all over his face.

O God, I mutter, blinking rapidly as hot tears pour down my face.

"What am I going to do now?" I asked Brenda, pacing up and down.

"Look calm down," she says, resting her hands on my shoulders.

"We just need to find Brandon, apologize to him. I am sure he can clearly see how high you were, otherwise this won't have happened right?"

"Of course," I bellowed, "I don't want to kiss him, that's not who I am. I just..."

"Hey! Hey it's ok," Brenda consoled me, standing awkwardly while I cried my eyes out.

It wasn't even up to a week, and I was already trending on the school gossip site.

This was why I tended to avoid parties.

"Do you know where I can find Brandon?" I asked.

"Are you sure you want to see him now or just wait to let everything calm down for some time?"

"I need to see him now and apologize, then beg him to at least talk to whoever uploaded this video."

"Ok then, let's go," Brenda says.

"Thank you Brenda," I told her, hugging her briefly.

"It's fine, now clean your tears girl. It's not the end of the world yet," she added, chuckling loudly.

I cleaned my tears, branching into the girl's toilet to freshen up my face, ignoring stupid questions from random girls while Brenda snapped at them, threatening to punch anyone asking questions.

Brandon was sitting with his friends, the blonde girl from yesterday on his lap, while I breathed out, clenching my hands tightly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Brenda asked, glancing around the makeshift cafeteria.

"Well it's now or never I told her," before marching towards where Brandon and his friends were seated.

Immediately I got to where they were sitting, loud jestering laughter rang out, almost shrinking whatever remaining confidence I had.

"Hello, Brandon, can we talk?" I asked, turning towards him.

He ignored me, while the blondie from yesterday threw me a wicked smirk.

I sighed out, "look yesterday I was high, and honestly didn't mean to kiss you. Believe me, I will never kiss someone like you in my right senses."

Honestly I didn't intend for my words to come out like that, but the sudden quietness told me I had bitten more than I can chew.

Next thing I knew, I was flying to the floor, hot pain flowing through my head as Brandon stood over me, his hands raised as if to hit me again.

I sat there in shock, while Brenda gasped loudly behind me.

Brandon leaned down, his cold green eyes boring into mine as he held my cheeks tightly.

"This is your second strike against me," he gritted out.

"Use your last one wisely, otherwise this school would be hell for you."

He removed his hands from my cheek filled with tears by now, staring at me for a while.

Before standing up, his hands in his pockets as he walked out of the cafeteria, his friends, laughing loudly as they followed him out.

Cheers……, Brenda drunkenly slurred, while I mumbled cheers back, downing my fourth or was it fifth glass of tequila.

For someone who didn’t drink, alcohol was slowly becoming my go to solution for everything.

It was obvious now, why my mother had them in ample supply.

It’s been two weeks since the most embarrassing day of my life, and I have made it my mission to avoid Brandon and his so-called friends.

They were assholes, and I pray I never have any more encounters with them till I leave this school.

“Ohhh… stop thinking,” Brenda slurs, running her sweaty hands over my face.

“I am not,” I grumble out, removing my face from her hands.

“Hello.., beautiful ladies” a thick voice interrupted us.

“Hello….” me and Brenda, greeted back at the two muscular boys behind us.

“Can we join you pretty?” the blonde one asked, eyeing Brenda up and down.

“Sure,” Brenda says giggling, before winking at me.

The both boys brought their chairs closer, before introducing themselves as Ethan and Cole.

It was obvious Ethan was interested in Brenda, the guy couldn’t keep his eyes off her and well Brenda was milking it.

I watched as she laughed at something Ethan had whispered to her, before taking his hands as the both walked off to the dance floor.

I ordered for another tequila, downing it immediately.

Shit, I mumbled, blinking my eyes rapidly as the alcohol flowed fast through my body.

I laughed at nothing in particular, briefly glancing at Cole from my side eye.

It’s not as if I expected the guy to want me or anything of that sort, but would it actually kill him to say something to me.

Instead he was focused on his phone, occasionally glancing at the dance floor where his friend and Brenda were dancing their hearts out.

I cleared my throat, gripping the edge of my seat.

I was way way drunk, and the lights were brighter.

“Are you ok?” Cole asked, his hot breath warming my face.

I giggled, nodding my head.

“So what is your major?” he asked.

“Business,” I told him, “and you?” I asked, leaning even closer so I could hear him over the loud music playing.

“Computer science,” he told me, before downing a glass of tequila.

I nodded my head, while we both sat there awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

“Excuse me,” I told him, as I stood up, almost tripping.

He held my hand, while I smiled thankfully at him.

“Are you sure you can walk to the restroom on your own?" Cole asked, staring at me as if I would fall at any moment.

Honestly, I didn’t know. My legs were like jelly to me, but I didn't want to embarrass myself.

“Yes, thank you,” I told him, before walking off.

Please, please, I mutter quietly, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.

Finally I made it to the restroom, splashing water on my face not even caring about my makeup.

I did my business, splashing more water on my face, before leaving the restroom.

I needed to sleep, and the once amazing music was now an annoyance, increasing my headache.

Before I could step even further, a tall tattooed covered man stepped in front of me.

“Hello!! pretty…” he slurred, his breath stinking from the alcohol he must have consumed.

I backed against the wall as the man moved even closer.

“What’s your name huh?” he asked, a creepy grin on his face.

“Christy,” I murmured, glancing around.

“You want to have fun with me tonight?” he asked, running his hands over my face.

I slapped his hand away, pushing him slightly to create enough space between us.

“No thank you,” I told him firmly, before turning to leave.

The man dragged me back, his hands gripping my forearm tightly as I struggled against him.

“Let me go you scumbag,” I screamed, struggling hard why others minded their business, oblivious or choosing to ignore what was going on.

“Shut up,” he gritted out, dragging me to a darker corner of the lounge we were in.

I was hyperventilating now, my situation becoming clearer to me.

“Please stop,” I pleaded, struggling against the man as he pushed me into the wall, his hands gripping my waist.

He leaned on me, kissing my mouth aggressively. While I struggled even further, tears of frustration poured down my face.

His sweaty hands were running over my exposed legs, while he used his body to fully press me against the wall.

His dirty stinky breath fully in my nose as he tried to force my mouth open.

Before his hands could go any higher, his body was yanked off me.

I screamed, as I watched as another man kept punching him without relenting.

Whoever it was stopped punching the now unconscious man, taking my hands as he dragged me out of the lounge.

As if my body suddenly remembered to react, I started struggling, screaming for help.

“Shut your goddamm mouth before I shut it for you.”

That voice….., I squinted my eyes as we walked into somewhere brighter, the angry face of Brandon staring back at me.

Why…., why did it have to be him to see me in that kind of situation.

“Thank yo…,” before I could get my words out, Brandon exploded.

“Is this what you do?” He exclaimed, his green eyes staring at me with disgust.

“I get that with your kind of body it might be hard to get someone interested in you, but seriously…. Do you go about throwing yourself at any available man?”

I slapped him before I could even stop myself, tears silently streaming down my face.

We were the only ones at what seems to be the back of the lounge or something, crates of empty bottles scattered about.

He snapped his head toward me, his jaws clenching tight as he stared at me with anger.

Fuck.., I shouldn’t have done that. I’m

Brandon pushed me against the wall, his hands squeezing my neck lightly.

“Is this the thanks I get for saving you?" he gritted out.

“I didn’t ask you to save me,” I also gritted out.

We stared at ourselves, my mind briefly wandering to how close we really were.

I could see how green his eyes really were, and the hardness of his body against mine.

His hands slowly left my neck, moving slowly toward my face.

Slowly he wiped away my tears, while my breath quickened.

I hated how my body always responded to him.

I mean after what just happened, and how he just treated me, I shouldn’t be noticing how green his eyes were, or his hard body against mine, or even the way his hands still lingered on my face, his eyes briefly flickering to my lips.

I licked my lips, clenching my hands tightly.

Brandon…, Brandon.., were are you….., fuck I thought I saw him come towards this direction someone says loudly, breaking whatever spell was between us.

He shifted away from me immediately, his hands in his pockets as he called back to his friends.

“O my God are you ok?” the voice of Brenda called, as she and three other of Brandon's friends walked towards where we were.

Brenda glanced from me to Brandon, stretching out her hands for me to take.

I took her hands, clinging to her side as we walked out of there.

“Next time fatty, don’t throw yourself at a man,” Brandon says coldly behind me.

I paused, breathing out sharply, before walking away, refusing the urge to look back.

I was done drinking, I promised myself, but most importantly.

I needed to avoid Brandon at all costs.